“Wher...Where are we?” I asked. “Where d-did M-Marcus go?”
Louise lowered the hood, grabbed my cheeks in one hand and squeezed. “You’re not here to ask questions,” she said in a loud voice. “You’re here to answer. You’ll answer when she begs you to.” Louise motioned with her head at the suspended, grimacing Amanda.
So we were still stuck on that. Marcus was going to wring a public confession out of me about why Louise turned me over to him? And just because Amanda asked me? f**k that. If I hadn’t told him already, with all the s**t he had pulled, what made him think I’d do it now? If they were going to torture Amanda to get me to talk then, s**t, I could stand here tied up all night and just watch the b***h get hers.
And that’s how things started. Amanda hung and spun while first Louise
